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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 19:42:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>016. Daily Horoscope.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;No matter how much you push, a connection you&apos;ve been hoping for may just not click. Don&apos;t feel bad about this -- sometimes certain situations just can&apos;t work out. Instead, view this as a chance to try something else.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 17:06:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>015. Wolf Notes.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/spider2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I find myself missing certain people more then usual lately. People who I have either encountered once, or people who I used to be close with years ago, &amp; parted different ways. Even ordinary places make me think of those who have made such a huge impact on my life. Different smells, &amp; voices get into my head &amp; leave me dazed for a long amount of minutes just recapping on memories. I don&apos;t know why I&apos;m all of a sudden getting hit with this all at once, but as hard as it is at that time, I&apos;m so thankful to have known, &amp; to have left something of myself with those people as they have done to me. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m living my life with no regrets.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 18:47:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>014. Drunken Images.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;For the past few weeks without my camera it&apos;s been insanely difficult to just do what I really would like to. My eyes have been seeing the most disturbing objects lately, &amp; just when my mind starts to realize that what it sees in simply astonishing, I remember my camera is in the shop, &amp; all I have is my eyes to capture them. I feel like I&apos;ve been letting a lot of people down lately. Just when I feel like I&apos;ve made a good effort to try &amp; present myself differently, I get weird vibes. I hate being alone, but the thought of self freedom sounds so pleasing right now. My true colors are afraid to come out in front of others, &amp; even if they were courageous for a day, it wouldn&apos;t matter because no one would seem to care. Yesterday I felt like I was on another planet or dimension by myself. I really felt like I had lost all of my mind, &amp; thoughts on life. Walking into that place never seemed more frightening. I told myself to turn back, sit in the grass, &amp; smoke a cigarette, but for some reason my legs wouldn&apos;t stop scuffling over the cold concrete floor. My brain was forced to take in all of the knowledge &amp; all of the stories that were told there, no matter if I wanted to hear them or not. After leaving, I felt like no one really understood the way I felt. I, myself didn&apos;t even really understand what I was feeling. All I know is that I&apos;ve never felt that way before in my entire life. I suppose the substances that I devoured yesterday might of had a large effect on the experience as well.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 08:51:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>013. She&apos;s Too Busy Living Underground.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;I&apos;m moving away; Physically, &amp; mentally. &lt;br /&gt;Change isn&apos;t always terrible, so what am I so afraid of?&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2006 15:29:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>012. Don&apos;t Look Back, Keep Your Eyes Ahead.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;I can&apos;t help but feel homeless, &amp; empty right now. I know I haven&apos;t really made the most wisest decisions lately, but in all honestly, they weren&apos;t all intensional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2006 00:18:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>011. Fingers In The Dirt.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pack of smokes &amp; a little bump of cocaine, help you feel not so strange.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 06:42:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>010. Food Coloring, &amp; Bloody Noses.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;I was so in love with everything &amp; everyone last night it was ridiculous. From the moment I woke up to the last second before I laid my head down on my own pillow, i just kept on thinking how much I really loved living life, &amp; being surrounded by such remarkable people.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2006 06:37:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>09. Driving Me Backwards.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Tomorrow I leave to San Francisco for 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was wonderful, as expected. I am so glad that I got to spend more time with someone who I barely know, &amp; with someone who&apos;s company is greater then most people I know.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2006 02:16:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>08. Cocaine Blues.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt; It&apos;s insanely difficult to express yourself to others because you are too caught up in thinking about what they are thinking. If only the words I really wanted to say could flow right out of my mouth, &amp; into your ears without any hesintation or doubt. I guess if I didn&apos;t care so much about it, it would be a lot more simple.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 19:33:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>07. Confusion Boats.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Yesterday my horoscope read, &apos;You should let certain things, &amp; people come to you. You&apos;ve done more then your share of trying to make others happy. Now it&apos;s their turn, if they&apos;re sincere they&apos;ll step up.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll keep my fingers crossed.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 18:58:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>06. Gold Dusk Women.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/bw.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Do you know how to pick up the pieces &amp; go home?&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 07:50:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>05. I Saw The Light.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Everything seemed so blurry yet clear at the same time. The mood just mixed so well with the noise, &amp; the noise just mixed so well with the atmosphere. Now, as I sit here awake, when I should be counting sheep, I think about how wonderful the people I have known truly are. Things are going slow, but are going surely; &amp; I really feel like starting tomorrow I will not only get a breath of fresh air, but some realization of what I am searching for.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2005 10:42:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>04. The Perfect Temperature.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Music that makes you get chills down your spine is the only music worth listening to. Driving in the unbearable weather at 5:15am in the morning doesn&apos;t seem so unbearable anymore when those words seem so warm.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 05:27:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>03. Being Cold, &amp; Having A Cold.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/blurryflower.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I am going to exclude all the negative, &lt;br /&gt;&amp; single out only the beautiful things in life. &lt;br /&gt;Life is too glorious to let certain treasures pass you by.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/weiiirdsds.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/darker.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/lap.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/hmm.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/matthewgripley.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/sitthere.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/sadhouse.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/treecool.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/tirefield.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/shadows.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/brokentire.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/meshed.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/cactus.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/fieldcouch.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/leavehere.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/matthouse.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/cowgirlsloveponies/good.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;test&quot; /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 23:04:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>02. Forcast Of The Day.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt; My bones are freezing, I can touch them, but they are still numb. My camera is broken, I can use it, but it refuses to take anymore photographs of worthy objects. My eyes are sore, I can feel them, but they are swelling up as fast as an allergic person getting stung by a bee. My heart is thumping, I can hear it, but it just keeps on getting louder &amp; louder everytime &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; come around.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 19:36:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>01. Starting Over.</title>
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